Tied up, sliced up

For years and years, the suffering, the tears
Imprisonment in my private hell
Sexual abuse, humiliation, castration, mentally deranged

Scarred for life by a woman's insane mind
Her spirit still possesses me, even though she died
Her daughter will suffer, revenge on her progeny
Kill the ones she loves, right before her eyes
Concentration-victim in sight Penetration-the law of the knife
Female garbage-screaming in pain
Slaughtered bitches-all sound the same

I tie you up as I slice them up,
I'll make you watch, you have to watch
I push their guts back into their mouths,
I slit their throats and suck 'em out again
Horrified yet fascinated by the noble art of killing
You keep coming back for more, it turns you on, you cunting whore !
I started out to make you suffer, to drown your soul in agony But now the tide has turned,
the setting has changed-it hits me in the face
Again I'm a servant to your perverted game
You're just like your mother, you're messing with my brain
Horrified yet fascinated by the noble art of killing
You keep coming back for more, it turns you on, you cunting whore !